Otatso Wetlands You'll get your boots muddy!

regipre could see the the wolves didn't believe her, and the girl's resolve was starting to falter. wolves had been the one to maim her, resulting in the loss of her leg -- they had been the ones to chase her, to abuse her and her siblings. shardul, for all his terrifying size and potential threat, had not harmed her. yet, added the more sensible part of the coyote's mind. the cat had spared her life, for whatever reason, and the primal region of regipre's brain insisted fervently that shardul was her best hope of survival this winter.

and so she yelped, and through the fog there came a sound so haunting in its screamlike quality that surely it would chill the blood of those who heard. as if on cue, the coyote-child scrambled away from the lupine pair and toward the shriek of the silver cat, who emerged slowly from the thick fog, his eyes glowing with malice through the white glimmer.

regipre herself scrabbled madly to get behind him, away from the wolves, and out of reach of shardul's own cunning claws if he chose to turn upon her. wide, horrified eyes beheld the skulking cat, but he was focused upon the wolves, muzzle twisted in an ugly grin of murderous intent and feral hatred.